An Eternity of Monsoons

These distances burn my soul;

I spin songs for you from my smoke

and then, I release them into the sky

to form clouds, dense and intense.


With my fingers, I direct them towards you;

When I slap my heels to the ground

the anklets shiver like thunderclaps;

I close my eyes, and a stray tear succumbs to Gravity’s persistence.


And when the clouds can’t stifle their passion anymore

with a holy sigh they rapture,

falling down as thousand kisses

competing to find shelter within your pores.


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